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I wish I'd known the first time I met you

How, after all, maybe, love wasn't so bad

But, I couldn't bring myself to look at you

The same way you did me

With your heart beating fast

And your eyes showing the love

The love you had for me

The love that could either break or make me

I wasn't strong, then

And perhaps I never will be

Cause I can't seem to get over the fact

That I loved him once

And it almost killed me

But, after all, maybe, you weren't like him

You weren't Him.

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